A Moment Later

My life, a moment later
was all that I could wish –
my wife, a tamed dictator,
my mistress, unsqueamish.

My job – Ferrari driver.
My home – in St Tropez.
Not merely a survivor
but outrageously OK.

My profits – overwhelming.
My shares – a steep increase.
With every front door bell-ring
another Golden Fleece.

My children – high achievers.
My friends – Celebs you’d know
from pictures of their flawless
faces in Hello.

My parties – legendary.
My golf – miraculous.
My wit – incendiary.
My foreplay – fabulous.

My death, a moment later,
indefinitely postponed
by my well-disposed creator,
each perfect day re-cloned –

and stretching to the future,
as far as I could see,
a destiny peculiar
to me   to me    to me...

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them.